I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Where did he come from?!

Why is there never a single word about him in the underworld's intelligence network?

Lynn watched her face change unpredictably, from full of confidence to bewilderment, and then to fear, before finally putting down his teacup.

"Is the performance over, Magical Girl?"

His voice was calm, yet it struck Seraph's heart like an invisible hammer.

She suddenly raised her head, and the sweetness and liveliness that belonged to the "magical girl" in her rose-colored eyes had vanished without a trace.

Instead, there was the demon king's cold, chilling majesty and indifference.

"Who exactly are you?" Her voice was no longer sweet, but deep and imposing.

"Are you trying to make an enemy of the entire underworld by doing this?"

Lynn looked at her and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes as he watched her switch posture so quickly.

This is right.

This is more like a 'reformist' demon king who has fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, rather than some chuunibyou girl who only knows how to cosplay.

“You’ve got one thing wrong.” Lynn put down his teacup and tapped his index finger lightly on the stone table, making a soft “tap, tap” sound.

"I am not at odds with the underworld."

He paused, looked up at Seraph, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"It is you who... is my enemy."

"Since you like being a magical girl so much, you must already know..."

"Where there are magical girls, there are usually... also those O-hand monsters that are quite popular, aren't there?"

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"As punishment for bullying my cat, you should experience it for yourself."

The moment he finished speaking, he casually snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

On the flat ground of the courtyard, countless translucent, pitch-black O-hands made of pure energy burst forth from the ground in an instant, like a swarm of sharks that smelled blood, rushing madly toward Seraph!

"you dare!"

Seraph shouted and tried to dodge, but having lost her power, she was no different from a weak, ordinary girl.

Those smooth, bouncy hands easily wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and waist...

Finally, she was bound tightly in mid-air in an extremely shameful "T" shape.

Her gorgeous magical girl battle dress, studded with countless diamonds, offered absolutely no cover in this pose.

Lynn's gaze slowly moved down from her pretty face, which was contorted with shame and indignation, and finally paused for a moment on a certain unspeakable scene.

"Let me go! You bastard! Change your mind! Get out of here!"

Seraph's cheeks flushed instantly, a mixture of embarrassment, extreme anger, and humiliation.

Lynn ignored her insults.

Instead, he seemed to have discovered some academic discrepancy. He frowned and, in a very puzzled and inquisitive tone, asked very seriously:

"I was thinking, according to the usual settings, shouldn't magical girls all have strawberry prints or pure white bows?"

He looked up and met Seraph's wide, astonished eyes, his tone filled with pure curiosity, as if he were genuinely asking an important question.

"Tell me, isn't this... black version with delicate spiderweb embroidery a bit too bold... too over the top for the 'Love and Justice' team?"

..... .... ....

"... "

The whole place was in deathly silence.

Hei Ge, kneeling on the ground, had her jaw almost dropping. She looked at her master with eyes full of fanatical worship.

(This...this is my master?! He even dares to flirt with the Demon King to his face...no, he's judging him! Meow!)

(So, so handsome! So handsome it makes my legs weak! Meow!)

Meanwhile, Seraph, suspended in mid-air, completely lost control of her brain.

The color in her face visibly shifted from a flush of shame and indignation to a purplish-red hue caused by overwhelming anger.

What...what did she hear?

This man! This Thai god!

He not only watched it!

He actually dared to seriously critique and criticize her right in front of her, like a connoisseur!

"You, you, you—!!!"

Seraphim's breathing stopped; she couldn't catch her breath, her vision went black, and she fainted from anger.

...

I don’t know how much time passed.

Seraph's consciousness struggled to rise from the chaos.

She slowly woke up.

Fragments of memory surged in like a tidal wave, frantically assaulting her brain.

That man…

That man's indifferent gaze...

And then there was that... ruthless critique of spiderweb embroidery, almost like an academic discussion...

boom!

Seraphim's cheeks flushed instantly, almost causing her to faint again.

She opened her eyes suddenly.

What came into view was the sight of himself still bound in mid-air by those translucent, pitch-black energy tentacles in an extremely shameful "T" shape.

The culprit was sitting leisurely under the eaves.

He even shifted to a more comfortable position, holding the cup of tea that had long since gone cold in his hands, his gaze calmly fixed on the wind chimes in the courtyard, as if admiring an interesting trophy.

"let me go!"

Seraph's voice was no longer sweet; instead, it was hoarse and carried the coldness and majesty of a demon king.

"Do you even know who I am?! I am Seraph Leviathan, the Demon King of the Underworld!"

"Your actions are a declaration of war against the entire underworld and the order of the three realms!"

Hei Ge, kneeling to the side, twitched her cat ears and looked at her with an expression as if she were an idiot.

(Still introducing himself, meow?)

(Do you think your master cares whether you're a demon king or not? Does he care about the Three Realms? How adorably naive you are, meow~)

Upon hearing this, Lynn finally took his gaze off the teacup and fixed it on her.

He smiled.

There was no fear in that smile, only pure, playful mockery, like a cat seeing an amusing toy.

"Declare war?" Lynn chuckled as if he had heard a joke.

"You mean, declare war on a powerless underworld that can only watch helplessly as its own demon king is tied up like this?"

"Or,"

Lynn raised his gaze slightly, as if piercing through the space and seeing some pitiful creatures who were anxiously watching but powerless to do anything.

"Do you think that fallen angel who's busy with his research, or that self-proclaimed omniscient, overly kind person in Heaven, could find out where my house is after I've captured the 'Demon King' of the Underworld as a pet?"

"You should be grateful that they were able to keep the pro-war faction under their command from taking the opportunity to invade the underworld."

He incisively pointed out the most tragic reality about her and the entire world behind her.

(To clarify the setting of High School DxD, the "three realms" here refers to the three realms in the Bible, representing demons, angels, and fallen angels.)

Chapter 97: Livi☆Sugar is for all ages! What are you doing!

“Here, the power you are so proud of is worthless.”

"The identity you rely on for survival is a joke."

Lynn slowly stood up and walked over to Seraph, who was bound in mid-air by the Energy O Hand.

He tilted his head slightly, looking into her rose-colored eyes that burned with anger, as if admiring an interesting work of art about to break.

"To tell you the truth that might upset you."

Lynn's tone remained languid, yet it was like a knife chilled to the bone, piercing her heart with precision and ferocity.

His gaze shifted from her to Hei Ge, who was sitting upright beside him, barely daring to breathe.

"You see, at least this kitten knows how to find its place and stay quietly."

He picked up his teacup, blew away non-existent dust, and said to Seraph in an almost casual tone:

"And you... besides wearing shameful clothes and yelling, what else can you do?"

"Even as a quiet decoration, it seems somewhat unsuitable."

[Wow... My owner is so cool! Meow!]

Hei Ge watched with shining eyes, his black cat tail spinning uncontrollably like a rapidly rotating windmill, his adoration for his master reaching the heavens.

"you!"

Seraphim was so angry at this statement that she trembled, but could not find a single word to refute it.

Because that's the truth.

In this eerie space, she really couldn't do anything.

In the moment she was lost in thought, Lynn reached out her hand.

Those long, strong fingers lightly lifted her beautifully shaped chin, forcing her to lower her head and meet his gaze.

(Here it comes! The classic scene of the villainous overlord punishing disobedient prisoners—the "chin-lift kill"!)

(Wait a minute, this action... isn't it usually something the male protagonist does to the tsundere female protagonist in male-oriented works? Why is it happening to the villain?! This person's character is so ambiguous!)

The distance between the two instantly shrank to the point where they could hear each other's breaths.

That uniquely masculine, refreshing scent, mixed with a faint aroma of tea, forcefully entered her nostrils.

Boom, boom, boom...

Seraph's heart, for no reason, shamefully, betrayed her position as a "magical girl" and began to accelerate wildly.

A blush of shame and indignation rose uncontrollably on her cheeks.

(No, no! Getting a racing heart is a special skill only heroines who fall in love possess!)

(I'm a prisoner of justice! How could I react like this to the final boss?! Calm down, my heart!)

"You, what are you going to do..."

For the first time, her voice trembled with undisguised panic, sounding even somewhat...weak.

“From now on,” Lynn said, looking directly into her rosy eyes that were beginning to tremble with panic, in an unquestionable, declarative tone, enunciating each word clearly.

"You are no longer the Demon King."

(Yes! That's a classic line! Next should be a declaration like "You're just a caged bird" or "You will be the witness to my conquest of the world!")

For some reason, Seraph was nervously waiting for the next "script" to unfold.

Lynn's lips curled into a wicked smile as he slowly uttered that decisive word.

"It's just mine..."